Leyla’s first instinct had been to draw her guns, confident that her speed and precision would impress the hutt sufficiently but Cleo knew the situation better than she did so she represed the impulse. Instead she licked her top lip lasciviously in the crimelord's direction. The hutts eyes widened slightly in startelement and Cleo turned to see what she had done but by the time he had turned her face was once again pleasantly neutral.

“Ho ho ho,” Bogga rumbled, and the crowd of hangers on seemed to relax without noticeably moving. Conversation seemed to resume and the music began once more to pollute the air. Bogga guestured them closer so they could speak with what passed for privacy. Leyal followed Cleo closer to the hutts diaz trying to ignore the smell. She had visited a hutts lair once before, back when she had been a padawan, and it hadn’t one well.

“Well I think Jabba will have other things to worry about for the next while,” the corpulent gangster rumbled in Hutesse. He made a gesture to a nearby droid who obediently began projecting a hologram of what appeared to be a luxury space liner of some sort.

“Which is why he wont be worrying about what you are going to be stealing from his casino ship,” Bogga explained, his lips splitting into disgusting grin.

Cleo remained quiet and unreadable behind his helm as the Hutt explained his plan. He obviously hadn't seen Leyla's look to quell the Hutt, and good thing or else it might have distracted him (or worse, made him think she might betray him to Bogga for a pricec if the hutt gave her better prospects). As it stood, Cleo raised his head as Bogga's last pronouncement, unable to keep him from going "what?" at the crimelord.

"Bogga...our contract was for me to bring you this shipment, and to grab any other shipment you deemed necessary." He explained, speaking slow so as to not start any misunderstanding. A Hutt never liked being denied. He had to quell the urge to look around to make sure there were still four exits to the room. "I never signed up to hit any Casino ships, nor am I prepared to do so. You have your shipment. Hand me and my partner our money, and we'll walk."

"No, you did not sign up for it, but it will be worth your while." Bogga rumbled, the translation droid reiterating every word of his aloud for Leyla's sake. "As it stands, I need a freelancer to do this. Jabba knows all of my immediate underlings and their ships, but you work sparingly enough to go under his radar. Do this for me, and you'll receive ten times the payment you received for today's shipment, and I will owe you a Hutt's favor."

Cleo weighed his options, his initial reaction still a no but the prospect of such an insane payment seducing him every few moments. So as to humor him, Cleo asked. "And what would I be retrieving?"

Bogga laughed, waving his bulbous limps about when he said. "There is a chip in the ship's vault that controls all of Jabba's banking codes. One of his higher ups defected to me and leaked the whereabouts of this priceless item. You're to bring it to me, and you will receive your prize. Is this acceptable, Captain?"

The words froze on the Iridonian's lips. He knew this was suicide, or close to it. He looked over his shoulder at Leyla to gauge her reaction.
@Penny

Leyla shrugged her shoulders. The Hutts were gangsters and anything involving them was bound to be dangerous in the extreme. Still when you lived on the edge dabbling in one of the crime syndicates bussiness was almost inevitable and far better it be casual cruelty of the Hutts than the organized malice of the Black Sun. What Bogga was asking could cost Jabba the Hutt alot of money and Jabba wasn't the sort to forget that kind of a loss.

"What is the harm in taking a look? If it dosent look doable when we get there we walk away," Leyla said in a low voice. Unfortunately Bogga had better hearing that she had given him credit for.

"Walking away is not an option girl," he boomed, sitting forward in obvious agitation. The emotion transferred to his entourage and Leyla began to wonder what her odds were of making it out of here if this turned into a shoot out. She ran through the old exercises and force herself to be clam, be focused.

"Well then we won't start walking, pay us for the job we have already done and we will be on our way, best of luck to whoever you find to do this job." The logic of that rocked Bogga back on his diaz. He glared at the pair of them for long moments. Leyla wondered if he was foolish enough to have them killed if they declined after suggesting the job in a throne room that was certainly lousy with spies both either professional or opportunists.

"Very well," the Hutt grumbled, reaching into a compartment beside his throne and tossing a pouch of credits to Cleo.

"But I warn you, opportunities like this are given but once smuggler."

"Thanks, but no thanks Bogga." Cleo said, shaking his head. "We'll take our chances on our own."

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4 hours later...

"I don't know how the hell you talked me into this." Leyla grumbled, curling her legs and squeezing into the exhaust port of the frigate, now modified as Jabba's Grand Casino Palace. It had been a risky maneuver, but R5 had calculated the trajectory just right, and once the woman was launched, it was a short four hundred meters into the Rango III's underbelly, narrowly avoiding being sliced in half by the closing chutes. The sudden gravity caused her forward momentum to halt almost instantaneously, and she dropped to the floor of the port as she was suddenly pulled to downward. Leyla landed on all fours, gracefully Cleo had to admit. That was the last he saw of her. Once she entered, his visuals from her helmet were cut off. Only the comm on her ear kept them in contact.

"If you're making a joke..." Cleo had spared no time in moving the Agesilaus II, following the route of the spacecrafts that had been invited guests. The ship needed to remain in orbit for another three minutes before they reached a blindspot, letting them float to the left and catch a small slip route to round above the giant ship. "It's not a very funny one."

Even then R5 was preparing to integrate its hacking mechanism for when they landed. Jabba's charts had been accurate, giving Cleo almost no trouble in deciphering how to bypass the Ringo III security cams and motion sensors. Neither Cleo or Leyla had the credentials or the disguises to make it past security, but there were two alternative entry points. The exhaust port Leyla entered, and a secondary entrance encapsulated by a port shield. The shield itself changes integral laser spectrums in order for ships to pass through it or not. Fortunately for their job, organic matter and the material for the lamellar armor Cleo wore could pass through it regardless of the spectrum. Once inside, R5 would go to work as the Agesilaus II electromagnetically landed atop the Ringo III's port with all power save the auxiliary off.

Cleo unbuckled himself from the pilot seat, letting R5 take the helm. The Commando checked his holster and belt, making sure he had the correct encryption to unlock the vault. If Jabba was to be believed, the two of them needed to meet in the middle of the Ringo III just above the bridge in Jabba's secret sanctum, where he kept his records, leverage on local crimelords, and the key to his wealth: The Nar Shaddaa Chip. They just needed to get their hands on it and bring it to Bogga, and they would live like an asteroid colony governor.

The pressurized 'porthole' above the Agesilaus II opened up, Cleo noiselessly pulling himself atop the ship. The void of space as serene as it had been ever since he first saw it those decades ago.

"Leyla, report."
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Leyla hung inverted from the pipework, a small hydrospanner clenched between her teeth. Getting from the exhaust port into the main shafts of the ship had been the work of a moment. A quick patch to prevent alarms from sounding had been all that was necessary, the lack of security wasn't particularly strange, after all it was only an exhaust port, what possible trouble could it be?

"Mmmmhh ommmn mhhh wahhh," she replied over the commlink, the hydrospanner making a hopeless hash of her reply as she worked the last bolt free and prized the panel open with a gentle pop. Letting her legs relax she curled her body acrobatically and twisted through the gap falling another meter or so to land softly in the air duct. Pulling out the data pad Cleo had given her she consulted the schematics, orienting herself in the maze of ductwork that comprised the inner workings of the ship. It took her a moment, maintenance probably hadn't occured since the ship came into Jabba's slimy hands, and the serial numbers which identified the junction points were badly corroded, the third intersection she reached was legible and she turned right, crawling on her hands and knees, pads of fabric rapped around them to deaden the sound. Below her she could hear grunts and conversations in Klatooinian which reinforced the data pads claim that she was still in the working section of the ship rather than on the luxurious casino decks. Distantly she could hear the sound of pots clashing and smell the odor of cooking dewback steaks.

"It should take me about another ten minutes to reach the bridge section," she elaborated on her previous unintelligible reply. A shaft yawned open infront of her that ran from the ventral to the dorsal side of the ship and carried turbolifts, she looked down and up to make sure no cars were in motion and then leaped across and up to catch hold of a maintaince bar, before flipping herself and kicking off to the next one, ascending the shaft level by level.